This is my first Eragon fic. AU, of course, because our favorite dragon rider doesn't have a little sister to follow him on his journies! This is a story of how Eragon relates to being a big brother himself, and how the other characters behave to a mischievous little farm girl!

Here's a list of character ages:

Eragon: (the book's age) 15

Lysela: 7 (The best way I can pronounce her name for you is this: Lie-sell-ah)

Roran: 18? (forgot his age in the book…oops

Anyway, hope you enjoy my fanfic. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Christopher Paolini's brilliance…I just own little Lysela. The little sister I always wanted to be!

The light of dawn's rays shone upon the peaceful valley of Carvahall. The bustling village square was a usual sight within the tyrannical power grasping all of Alaegasia. The many local villages had been scoured over or destroyed, and innocent Carvahall was not always touched upon.

Yet there was a lowly farm with the home of Garrow resided. Though a fairly poor man, he lived a decent life among his family: his son, Roran and his niece and nephew, Lysela and Eragon.

As the gentle rays of sunlight entered the hut, a young man rousted himself from his deep slumber. His gaze was blurry, as he rubbed his eyes as routine.

He glanced across the dusty room, his sight setting upon a small girl, blankets spread about her. He lifted himself out of bed, stroding across the room.

He sat himself on the edge of her bed, a smile forming across his lips. Her dark hair was spread across her pillow, her usually lit brown eyes shut tight.

His fingers brushed against her cheek, as he tucked the blanket around her shoulders. He loved to marvel at his sister, especially how small she was. She reminded him so much of her mother, which seemed to please him greatly.

He had no father, only his wonderful Uncle Garrow. He considered the man as his father, seeing how he raised Eragon as his own. Garrow's generosity and kindness towards his nephew stunned him, which he greatly appreciated.

A low groan emitted from the girl's lips, as she rolled over towards her big brother. Eragon tried not to laugh, as he pulled himself all the way onto the bed.

The girl immediately wrapped her arms around him like a favorite teddy bear. He let out a chuckle, rubbing her back warmly.

"Don't go hunting today," a mumbled voice came from his side. He gently patted her head, his arm hugging her tightly against him.

"But I have to, or we won't be able to have any meat. Nothing but…vegetables!" he insisted, making the girl dart up like a frightened rabbit.

"What? No!" she replied fearfully, pulling on his pant leg. He chuckled, pulling her on his lap.

"Then you'll have to let me go. Or it's-" he began.

"Don't say it. That BAD word," she interrupted.

She nestled against him, not wanting him to go. She knew the danger in the Spine, especially what happened years ago.o!" she replied fearfully, pulling on his pant leg. He chuckled, pulling her on his lap.

"Then you'll have to let me go. Or it's-" he began.

"Don't say it. That BAD word," she interrupted.

She nestled against him, not wanting him to go. She knew the danger in the Spine, especially what happened years ago.

Lysela skipped through the eerie forest alongside the Beor Mountains. She had been happily playing by herself, ignoring the noises sand rumbling nearby.

Meanwhile, Eragon was running along with his uncle and cousin, desperation clear on his face. Garrow carried a pitchfork, Roran a hammer and small blade. Eragon clasped a small dagger in his hand, thorns brushing against his hands.

Blood dripped from his fingers, which he chose to ignore. His brotherly intuition was viciously warning him that she was in danger. BIG danger.

He heard a scream echo, maybe fifteen meters away.

"Lysela?!" he yelled fearfully, taking off in the direction which he heard it come from.

"Eragon? Slow down!" Roran called, chasing after his younger cousin, trying to find the little girl.

They reached a clearing, where they spotted the girl. She was being lifted up into the air by a ghastly figure, which the two's jaws dropped.

"Vampire," they said in a hushed tone, fear radiating off them.

The monster leaned close to her, the hypnotic eyes trying to capture the child's attention. She struggled desperately, trying to break the death grip on her.

"You are mine, sweet child. Why won't you just close your eyes? You could see such wonderful places that I can show you," the cat-like voice whispered to her. Tears flowed down her cheeks, as she fought harder.

"No! Leave me alone, I don't wanna die!" she cried. Fangs leered at her, which she closed her eyes in pain. The jaws leaned to her neck, the foul breath of death tickling her as she felt the teeth motion towards her.

"Close your eyes, child. You will-" it began, until suddenly, a dagger was imbedded into it's skull. The vampire screamed out, dropping Lysela on the ground. Eragon quickly caught the five-year-old, cradling her against him. Roran kicked the monster aside, as he turned to finish it.

An echo of a scream came, and it seemed to carry through the Beor Mountains.

Lysela clung to Eragon sobs emitting from her. He could not utter a word, too much in shock. He closed his eyes, choking bad tears as he massaged her back.

"Sh…it's okay now, you're safe," he whispered, his fingers brushing through her light hair. Reality was a blur to her, only terror existed.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she mumbled again and again, sorrow clear. Roran walked over , spotting Eragon clutching his sister.

"Ly? Are you okay?" he asked gently, the girl looking up. She nodded, forcing a small smile.

"Yeah…" she replied hollowly, as he reached his hand over to pat her head.

"Don't scare us like that again. If you want to play, tell us next time," he said rather sternly. The group headed towards the village trying so hard to erase that dreadful memory…

Eragon gently kissed her forehead, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "I'll be careful. I promise you."

The girl let out a sigh in defeat, looking over at him with frustration. "Fine. Just don't stay long," she begged. He furrowed his eyebrows. Those puppy-dog eyes were DEFINITELY getting to him…

"Okay. Three hours?" he suggested, thinking of necessary time.

"Deal. Go now," she stated, getting off him to let him get ready. He stood up abruptly, pulling his white shirt over his broad chest.

"Trying to get rid of me?" he asked, narrowing his eyebrows in surprise.

"No, I just want you to go and then come back," she replied sharply, watching him carefully.

Lysela sat up, crossing her legs as she watched him get ready. The quiver of arrows and bow were leaned against the wall, which were left ignored for the moment in the dim light.

She had plenty of reasons why he should not go. It was dangers there: vampires, beasts of various kinds, as well as Imperial soldiers. Why WOULDN'T she be afraid? Anything could happen to her big brother, so she feared the worst.

Eragon pulled on his tunic, buttoning it up. His cloak was tossed around his shoulders. He stepped towards Lysela after gathering his weapon.

She stood up on the bed, now his height. She clung to him for a moment, smiling. He stepped towards the door, those eyes of hers boring into him.

"Stay safe," she said quietly, her gaze on him of pure weariness. He forced a smile, trying to reassure her.

"I will. Tell Uncle Garrow that I'll be home soon," he instructed, as he headed out. The girl plopped herself on the bed, hugging herself in worry.

He'd be fine. He'd have to be.

Thanks for reading! Now, I'd love some reviews, please! If you feel the need to flame, okay. I need criticism. But if you're feeling nice to a beginner for Eragon, please do so.